Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1114 - Chapter 1114 Chapter 1114 Its a Gift from a Man to a Woman

Chapter 1114: Chapter 1114: It’s a Gift from a Man to a Woman Chapter 1114: Chapter 1114: It’s a Gift from a Man to a Woman He had accompanied her for a very long time, a very long time.

If she wanted to walk, he stayed by her side throughout.

Jasmine Yale didn’t know why she didn’t want to go home tonight, walking the entire street from end to end.

She didn’t buy anything, just a toy for Sweet Kitty.

Perhaps she just wanted to take a simple walk.

Her mood improved a lot, and she didn’t think about any unpleasant things.

She walked until it was quite late and she was very tired, finally sitting in Yukon Carbon’s car to go back with him.

The bakery was close to her apartment, and Mr. Carbon dropped her off first.

“Mr. Carbon, how did you know I was in Chinatown? I didn’t tell anyone,” Jasmine wondered curiously.

“I went to your apartment and you weren’t there. Since I happened to be going to Chinatown, I tried to call and ask. You’re not familiar with Cakago, so there aren’t many places you could go.”

Jasmine quite admired his attentiveness and patience.

Worn out from walking, Jasmine leaned her head back and soon fell asleep in the passenger seat.

Yukon saw her all the way to her apartment.

Jasmine slept soundly, unaware that she had arrived home.

Yukon unbuckled her seat belt for her, watching the sleeping Jasmine in the light of the streetlamp.

His face was calm and serene, his eyes deep with emotion, like a profound pool with no visible bottom.

His gaze remained on Jasmine’s face, lingering for a long time without moving away.

Jasmine slept too comfortably to wake up.

Yukon picked her up, entered the elevator, and escorted her all the way to her eighth-floor apartment.

The sky grew clear as the night advanced, the moonlight soft as silk.

Gentle wisps of clouds floated across the sky.

The apartment complex was very quiet at night.

Yukon placed her gently on the bed in the bedroom, tiptoeing around without making a sound.

Jasmine slept peacefully, her complexion rosy and her lips slightly puckered.

Yukon sat by the bed for a long time without leaving.

He noticed a box of chocolates carelessly discarded in the corner, recognizing the brand.

The brand allowed customers to make their own chocolates or to engrave them.

But because they were handmade, they had a very short shelf life and the raw materials were particularly expensive, hence the high price.

He casually flipped through the chocolate box, finding only a few pieces had been eaten, the rest a mess, some even melted.

Yukon knew from his bank’s collaboration with this chocolate company that this series of chocolate was named “Princess.”

Typically, it was a gift from a man to a woman.

He checked the date; the chocolates had expired.

Clearly, Jasmine hadn’t bought them herself.

Yukon silently put the chocolate box away, placing it back where it belonged.

Before leaving, he took one more look at Jasmine and turned off the light for her.

The winter night was cold.

That night, Jasmine slept especially soundly.

She slept dreamlessly, wrapped in her down comforter, until she naturally woke up in the morning.

The alarm hadn’t gone off?

Jasmine was startled; she still had to go to the bakery for her part-time job today.

She quickly checked her phone.

A message popped up: You don’t need to come to the bakery today, rest well, your daily wage will still be paid. –Yukon Carbon.

Only then did she realize, her alarm had been turned off.

It was already past nine in the morning, and she had slept in until this time.

She replied with a message: Thank you, good morning, wait for me.

She knew Yukon had to fly to Old York tonight, and he would be working tomorrow.

Fortunately, Old York and Cakago were genuinely not far apart.

She got up, washed, and knew she couldn’t be lazy; she still had to go to the bakery, as it was her job.